Love’s petals bruiséd (my fragrance is for you)
Love’s petals bruiséd
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Betrodden love’s petals, passion bruiséd
beautiful yet and lovely still
desire pinioned yet free in my fragrance
no longer my love’s choosing may fulfil
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I responded to your sunshine warmth
so soon my girlhood unfolded for you
simplicity welcomed, it was no mere show
maybe now only in fragrance is true
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Swayed by a breeze, it was my foolish pride
which wafted my sweet scent away from you
you who had divided for me my petals
to effect only a tease to another’s view
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It should have been you, my love
who had crushed my naiveté, passion’s pain
throwing my softness upon the ground
lovely, though folded ’gainst the driving rain
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Breeze carry once more to you my fragrance
but be not too tender nor gentle me so
you caused my surrender to that so brutal
whose bruising desire would not let go
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flower encaptured but only to you
belongs my blush, which was my earliest trove
holds yet perfume which doesn’t lie or pretend
crushed now by another who holds not my love.